Wednesday, March 20, 2013
How All Of My "Someone Else's" End
Vicariousness
And the contrast is so striking that I can't help but find it amusing,
in a sad way.
Vicariousness.
My love life seems to be just a series
of being "happy" for the people
I wish loved me.
The pictures in my head seldom correspond with what's in front of my face.
Even when i'm out of my mind,
slurring my speech,
you find a way in, and you dominate my thoughts,
then break my spirits
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Space
"I know it's crazy, and I know it's true-- But what exactly happens when you get caught between the moon and New York City"
Monday, March 18, 2013
Death
All I ask of death, is that it take me fervently
Take me in the heat of the moment
Take me once i've done something momentous
Take me when i've finally had an epiphany, an 'ah hah' moment
Take me after I can say that I got the boy
Take me while i'm conquering a great fear, or on an adventurous excursion
Take me only when i'm appeased with the life i've led
This, I beg of you
"Every body knows their going to die, but nobody believes it. If they did, they'd do things differently."
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Friday, March 15, 2013
FEARS
I find routines to be the most daunting of all my fears
I find the words "every day," typed neatly under my 6:45 AM alarm, terrifying.
I find the feeling I get when driving to and from school, &
to and from work nauseating.
When I think of people who work in offices, it drives me mad.
The words "nine to five" make my head spin.
When I think of people who work in offices, it drives me mad.
The words "nine to five" make my head spin.
The truth is, i'm afraid of routine. I'm horrified of it. I hate it.
If I could see a different pretty picture every time I opened my eyes, i'd be delighted.
If I could wake every day in a new city, surrounded by foreign people, i'd be happy.
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